I feel like wanting to write to you
without words to pick
from the streets that I´m walking on.
But to move very carefully with
my so empty hands
something out of my heart.
I feel like wanting just to sleep
for days, months and years
in your dark bedroom.
Like a northern animal
I feel like home there
smelling at the fragrance
of your clean and fresh sheets.
I´m falling to winter torpor
stretching out my little bare toes
after planting few of my dreams
under the snow and the wisdoms
we hardly can hear,
like when the wind blows by
by saying;
I love You -
I really do.
